Question Of Love

I am nobody, from the end of nowhere
I ain’t got nothing, no-one seems to care
But in this darkness that’s home to lovers and thieves
Pr’haps you can tell me who should I believe?

Talk to me, question of love
C’mon and answer me, question of love

How many secrets lie buried deep in your heart?
How many young men have perished in your arms?
Ain’t into buying some lonely heart off the shelf
I ain’t guilty but I won’t do time for no-one else

Talk to me, question of love
C’mon and answer me now, question of love

Make others rich all day
That just makes me angry
There must be something more than this
There must be something more than this
As hard as I try
I can’t see no point to my life
There must be something more than this
There must be something more than this

Talk to me, question of love
C’mon and answer me now, question of love

Talk to me, question of love
C’mon and answer me, question of love

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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